Pixie Needles

I have just been to visit the Pixie Tailor lady who is sewing my dress - she's delightful! I had been worried about handing over control of the dress to someone else, even though she's clearly good and experienced - I'm not the world's greatest seamstress, but good enough to know there are people out there who can do a worse job than me.

Well, I'm not worried now. The amount of heavy industrial sewing equipment would have convinced anyone that she must have a bit of a clue about what she's doing, but on talking to her, my confidence grew with every moment. Not least, she came up with a stunning idea for a length of wonderful velvet fabric that I have. Now, all I have to do is go out and get the magic cowboy bra (you're wondering why "cowboy"? It's the bra that rounds them up and points them out, just like cowboys do!) so that I can wear it to the fitting of the calico 'draft' bodice on Thursday.

Wow. If this turns out as well as I suspect it will, I'm tempted to get her to make more things for me. It may not be quite as cheap as toddling off to a local shop, but if it means that I get to wear everything she makes because it is tailored to my taste and shape, it won't be any dearer than the one item out of every three I buy that actually gets worn - and I get it made in the colours and farbics that I like! This has to be the beginning of a long and happy association!

I'm so excited - I can't wait for Thursday, and it's only going to be a lump of calico! Still, it will be one step closer to my gorgeous purple confection!